Wyatt Cole followed behind his mother as she rushed into the shuttle. Little was said that could be heard over the clamor of people fighting to have a seat on the next ship out of third Rock. Earth had once been prosperous, the third planet to revolve around the star known as the Sun in the milky way galaxy. Years of abuse from its inhabitants had led to the poisoning of its atmosphere. First there was famine that begun in small areas, spreading slowly like the disease that swept after. Millions dropped dead, wars sprung and devastation followed. At only twenty-two years old Wyatt sat, seat belt cinched around his waist as a shuttle carrying a little over two hundred humans lifted off towards their new home. One of many satellite homes with their own atmosphere, hurling through the universe in search of a planet that could be called home once again for the homo sapien species. Their destination was La vedette Navire. "What does that even mean?" Wyatt's mother Andrea said to herself reading a pamphlet. His dark eyes shifted towards her and softened. "It's french mom, it means star ship." His voice was deep and held a southern accent to it. They had fled the planet from a small town in Texas. Andrea reached over and squeezed her son's hand. For the longest time it had just been them two. His dad had walked out on them when Wyatt had been two. "Wy, I'm scared." She said through grit teeth. Wyatt smiled and squeezed her hand back. "I got you mama." Within a few more moments the shuttle went into hyperdrive and everyone in the cabin fell asleep. An unknown time later a harsh shake woke Wyatt up. The shuttle had locked into the ship. A flight attendant stood at the front of the cabin and gave instructions for the rows she called out to file slowly towards the front. With the rush of fleeing the planet there was nothing anyone could take except the clothes on their backs. "You will step forward in groups of ten into the adjoining lobby where you will be met by attendants with your new clothing and assignments. Next you will be screened for disease. Do not fight any of this process or you will be separated for further decisive measures." Wyatt and his mother were in the first group. And as the attendant had described they followed suit. Wyatt stood in a small changing room like area. Like something you'd see on the sci fi channel a beam of light swung around him in a circular motion, searching his body for any disease that he may have. A green light beeped and he stepped forth into a larger room where a large congregation was being formed, all wearing their new outfits, white on white with a bright blue emblem for the star ship on the left sleeve. Wyatt stood waiting by the doorway for his mother, his eyes scanning the room full of confused and nervous faces.